the being alone. but memories and kgb bar books and gina berriault almost make you worse.
down in the lame-hipster area of rochester today, just passing by. and daydreaming outside windows. i wish i could get over my sadness and over myself. i hate feeling old in all the negative ways and young with all of its negative symptoms, too. meanwhile...
it rained all day and was dark and drippy damp. i shivered in my sleeves and remembered a song that used to make me smile; i forget if i ever put it on a tape for anyone i loved or love still.
"love still," hm.
when will this end.
i never cared much for moonlit skies
i never winked back at fireflies
but now that the stars are in your eyes
i'm beginning to see the light.
i never went in for afterglow
or candlelight on the mistletoe
but now when you turn the lamp down low
i'm beginning to see the light.
i used to ramble through the park
shadowboxing in the dark
then you came and caused a spark
that's a four alarm fire now.
i never made love by lantern shine
i never saw rainbows in my wine
but now that your lips are burning mine
i'm beginning to see the light.
i also spent part of today remembering important fragments from back then, scattered, and also took edith frost's sadder voice as good trusting company. he belongs to someone else. i know how she spells her name. oh, it's like that. so like that.
it rained all day and was dark and drippy damp. i shivered in my sleeves and remembered a song that used to make me smile; i forget if i ever put it on a tape for anyone i loved or love still.
"love still," hm.
when will this end.
i never cared much for moonlit skies
i never winked back at fireflies
but now that the stars are in your eyes
i'm beginning to see the light.
i never went in for afterglow
or candlelight on the mistletoe
but now when you turn the lamp down low
i'm beginning to see the light.
i used to ramble through the park
shadowboxing in the dark
then you came and caused a spark
that's a four alarm fire now.
i never made love by lantern shine
i never saw rainbows in my wine
but now that your lips are burning mine
i'm beginning to see the light.
i also spent part of today remembering important fragments from back then, scattered, and also took edith frost's sadder voice as good trusting company. he belongs to someone else. i know how she spells her name. oh, it's like that. so like that.